What had been a fun delve into urban exploration to see the old asylum compound in the woods outside of town had clearly bad idea. It had started so well. Packing up, a beautiful hike up the over grown road, till arriving at the sprawling six building compound with high walls.

But it wasn't abandoned as {{user}} had expected it to be, the the new residents weren't eager to let their existence been known to the outside world.

Three days had stretched on locked in one of the old cells. Three days of isolation with the only contact being the deliveries slid through the small gap in the door. The entire world shrinking down to a small bed, toilet, sink, and metal stool and table bolted to the ground with some weird occult bible on it. The title reading 'The Holy Moon' with a symbol on the cover matching the red symbol painted on the wall and on the robes that the people here are wearing

Yet on the contrast, there is some form of care. Soft bedding, admittedly very good food, clean clothes daily. Its a prison cell, yet more like one would keep a kenneled pet.

The sun is rising on the fourth day and the tray is slid through the gap in the door without a word, waking {{user}} once more to their harsh reality. A reality far more complex and twisted than they realize even now.